Chapter 27

"You can invite them over for lunch, Alexis." Anna said, "I can talk to Mrs. massage about the scarf, and maybe we can talk more about it." Anna showed a sly look.

"Can you?" Karenin asked.

Anna replied confidently, "of course, I can help you. Who can do it besides me." She laughed, happy and satisfied that she could help Karenin.

Karenin had never seen a man like his wife so devoted to helping her husband. In this circle, people usually don't reject the combination of family and family, and even women know it better than men.

"It makes you happy to help me?" Asked Karenin.

Anna gave him a face of course.

After a while, while Anna was at her desk planning how to entertain the masacs, Karenin looked at her back and thought, "I'm very happy, too."

He is happy, not only because there is a better way to communicate, but because his wife is happy to help him, because he is a person, not just a husband.

It was more than he had planned for himself. It was an emotion he had never touched.

Calmed down, Karenin went up to his wife, bent down a little, and listened to the other party's murmur.

He enjoyed the moment, absolutely.

When Karenin sent a servant to send an invitation to Mr. masaqi, he got a reply soon.

The invitation letter is written by Anna. Her handwriting is very beautiful. Although there are some grammatical mistakes, she has a teacher who is not paid.

Karenin would always guide her if she needed to.

Let Anna write the invitation letter, and as a kind of casual lunch invitation, there is a bit of political ambiguity between the hostess and the female guests, which makes the invitation more personal and considerate rather than formulaic.

Although both families understood what the meal would ultimately be about, Mrs. massachi was eager to meet Mrs. Karenin.

"I can't believe my wife would be more interested in another woman than I am, a Russian lady." Mr. masacchi began to chatter again. If language could change from sound to solid, they would have been hit by solid sound by now.

"Stop complaining, Freddy." Mrs. massage rolled her eyes.

"Oh, now you don't like me again. You're not like this before you get married "I understand why people say marriage is the grave of love. I disobeyed the wishes of my father who died early and my grandfather who lived a long time. Now I only get" shut up "and" dislike. "

Madame massache gave a gentle smile, and she blushed, took Mr. masacchi's hand and said, "well, don't be so talkative, will you?"

"If I don't chatter, you have to suspect that it's not your husband who is ahead of you." Mr. massage gave a humorous smile, like a placated dog.

Mrs. massage said "good, good, good," with her eyes, and Mr. massage didn't think anything was wrong.

His wife is right in everything, OK!

When kabidonec informed Anna that the guests were coming, Anna and Karenin went to meet the masacs.

Mr. masacchi wore a regular dress, while Mrs. massage wore a long earth colored dress. Her dark blond hair was coiled into a beautiful bun, which was the most fashionable hair nowadays. Her Mediterranean blue eyes were full of wonder when she saw Anna.

The latter wore a apricot red satin skirt with white lace lining inside. Layers of lace protruded from the half sleeve, with a large bow on the chest, and delicate Italian calfskin red boots showing a little from the skirt.

A head of black hair, yes, this lady Karenin's hair is as black as ebony, and she is also wearing beautiful natural curls. The ribbon of lace is tied on the high curled hair, and is worn askew on one side, which sets off the freshness and sweetness of the other party at this age.

Anna knew that she was looking at her, and she simply let Mrs. massachy look at her. Then she put out her hands and hugged the diplomat's wife and gave each other a warm kiss on the cheek.

She had to get used to it, and, besides, this lady massache didn't feel bad.

As hosts, Anna and Karenin ushered the masacs into the spacious living room, where exquisite tea sets and refreshments were arranged.

"Mr. and Madame, please enjoy these Russian desserts. Sasha, our cook, is very good at this. She bakes it for you two Anna said.

It was a kind of sweet cake made of chocolate and jam. It had a typical Russian flavor. Anna put it on the plate. After all, they were facing a lady who was more picky about the United States.Mrs. massage tasted the rich chocolate and the mellow jam. After mixing the flour and eggs in the proportion of the benefits, it formed a taste that was not too sweet and greasy, with a little sweet and sour. In winter, it's like feeling the summer in full bloom.

"It's really delicious!" Said Mr. masacchi first, and he began to attack his second cookie.

"Freddy has no resistance to sweets. Please forgive his impoliteness," she said, embarrassed by her husband's unbridled behavior

"Honey, they're really great. You can't blame me." Said Mr. massage, somewhat innocently, while swallowing the fourth cookie.

"You don't need to apologize at all, dear Mrs. massage. You know, for the owner of a cookie, the words "delicious" and "delicious" are the supreme praises Anna said with a smile.

"Mrs. Karenin is right, my dear." Then he looked at Karenin and said, "you don't like sweets. You miss the third happiness of life."

Karenin took a sip of tea and said, "I feel sorry for that, too."

The conversation between the two seemed to be nothing special, but Anna was a little surprised when she heard Mr. massage's words.

You know, Karenin is the last to expose his preferences in front of others, although he does not like these sweets, but in order to accompany the guests, he never moved. But Mr. masacchi, who seemed to be a bit of a good man, observed it.

Karenin put forward an awkward topic. The two couples began to talk about it. Finally, under Anna's guidance, she invited Mrs. massachy to sit on the balcony for a while.

The balcony was not open-air; Anna had made it herself.

The cold wind was completely blocked by the ground glass. The small place was in arc shape. Anna had a simple window made of wood, which was the tartar chariot. He was a good craftsman. Then she and anushika made a lot of cushions. Anushika was very skillful. She made a lot of Rattan Baskets according to Anna's drawing.

The round table is small and delicate, supported by an iron frame below. The iron frame was also painted bright black, and the thin table top was covered with a layer of broken flower cloth. A glass vase with a narrow neck was placed on it, and a flower was placed inside.

"Please sit down, Mrs. massage." Anna invited the lady to sit down.

"I like your arrangements, Mrs. Karenin. Did you make them all by yourself?" Asked Mrs. massache.

"I still have a lot of good helpers who have helped me, otherwise I can't do it alone." Anna said with a smile.

Mrs. massage saw that there was an unfinished scarf in the Rattan Baskets. It was composed of black and gray rhombus lattice, which was grand and calm.

"In fact, I've always been curious about how you weave it." Asked Mrs. massache.

Anna put things here on purpose for Mrs. massage to see. As a matter of fact, she hoped that this matter would be raised by the lady in front of her. If she said it, it would be a loss.

Mrs. massache asked first, which indirectly showed that she liked Anna's designs very much. Unlike the ladies who only like to compare prices, this lady has her own unique ideas.

"Ah, let me tell you in detail." Anna lifted her lips a little, and within the next hour, her conversation with Mrs. massage went smoothly.

She didn't mention the annoying government affairs or the men's fights at all. She and Madame massache, like handkerchiefs, put forward their views on the latest fashion in Paris and other places, and many of their ideas coincided.

"You are a genius! Mrs. Karenin. "

At the end of the day, Mrs. massage looked at Anna with almost awe, and the latter blushed secretly in her heart. After all, much of her knowledge is still about TOEFL and the time when she was born.

"I'm not a genius. You've made a mistake of Madame massache. Please believe in the wisdom of the people of the world, the wisdom of the Russian people. If you compare me to an original, I'll be ashamed. If you compare me to the editor of a book rather than the author of it, I would be happy! " Anna said, "it's thanks to a lot of people around me."

Madame massachi nodded: "I have indeed heard of the intelligence and diligence of your people. I am moved by your self modesty."

"Russia is a country with vast territory and abundant resources. If you can stay longer, I'm afraid there are more interesting things to tell you." Anna hinted.

There was a hint of deliberation in Mrs. massage's pale blue eyes, and Anna began to smile at this time, rather than insist on getting an answer from her.

"Tea, Mrs. massage." Anna uses boiling water to make tea and then adds some jam to it.

"I hope you like the Russian black tea."

"Oh, actually, I do like it." Mrs. massache also hinted that two women from different countries laughed at each other.On the other side of the conversation seems to be a little salty, at least in the eyes of outsiders, but only when you bow down to drink tea, people can distinguish a little bit of the smell of gunpowder.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, after the masacs left, Anna went around Karenin and said, "do you want good news or bad news?"

"Bad news? I thought all the good news was waiting for me

Anna laughed. "Well, now that you know it, I won't say it." After that, she wanted to leave, but was stopped by Karenin.

"Anna."

"What?" Anna asked, turning to Karenin.

The man's expression was calm, but when his wife kept looking at him, he coughed a little, and then said: "the tenth article of" must get married "is that we can talk to each other, and I think that sharing good news face to face should also be one of them."

Anna blinked, then blinked again, until the man in front of her was a little uncomfortable and stiff, she could not help but smile.

"Yes, you remember it." She said happily.

Karenin said solemnly and solemnly, "I think that since it exists for both you and me, and it has played a very important role in our marriage, it is also a kind of respect to firmly remember it anyway."

As a matter of fact, for a slightly awkward person like Karenin, what he is trying to say at the moment is that I value this treaty very much. Although it is not rigorous and logical in any sense, we have publicly acknowledged it, and it needs to be respected. As it is bound by you and me, how can you, as one of the parties, forget its contents on the premise that I respect it?

Once the legal provisions are implemented, they will have authority. People can't violate the law and despise the spirit of the law, which will lead to chaos in the whole society.

Karenin's careful thoughts may not be immediately understood by Anna, but the former is very patient, so in the end, Anna still understands.

Anna felt that she really loved Karenin, so how could she refuse his request.

After that, Anna took a minute to tell Karenin the good news and share it with him, and made a decision in the next minute. In other words, it should be Karenin who had a unique nickname in Anna's heart besides her husband and lover.

The nickname wasn't revealed until his wife got him a little annoyed and drunk.

However, a man of character like Karenin, after knowing his own nickname, couldn't help but blush for the first time in his long 32 years of life.

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